secret movie

In Wen Youlan's flat tone, Duan Shu felt an inexplicable chill crept up his spine.

He didn't have time to think about why dinner was ready when he came home, so he just blurted out: "I ate outside."

Wen Youlan's expression was a little stunned for a moment.

"Have you eaten?"

His reaction was very natural, as if he didn't know that Duan Shu didn't go home for dinner.

Duan Shufeng suddenly felt surprised: "I had dinner with my friends in the team, and I called you at noon, and said that I would not come back to eat in the evening."

Wen Youlan was taken aback, he put down the plate in his hand, and slowly took off the heat-resistant gloves, as if he was seriously recalling the phone call at noon.

"A patient was sent in suddenly at noon today, and I had to have an operation temporarily. At that time, I had just finished the operation on the last one, and I didn't eat any food." His eyebrows frowned slightly, "Xiao Zhao said that I'm afraid it will be very late for lunch today. , and then the phone rang, and it was your call."

"The signal near the operating room is not very good. I can only vaguely hear you talking about eating. You will go in and change your surgical gown soon. I don't have time to ask you."

As she said that, Wen Youlan finally realized what the problem was, and an apology immediately appeared on her expression: "I'm sorry, I was too busy at noon, so I mixed up the two paragraphs, thinking you were going to come back later for dinner."

He put on the heat-insulating gloves again, and prepared to bring a table of hot dishes back to the kitchen: "I cooked too many dishes without paying attention, and put them in the refrigerator when they were cold, and eat them tomorrow."

"It's been another day at the training ground today, aren't you tired?" His tone was full of concern as usual, "Go back to the room early and rest, I will try to lighten my movements."

Duan Shu stared at his expression, although the smile was gentle, there was still an unconcealable tiredness behind him.

But Wen Youlan still tried her best to show endless tolerance in front of him.

After a busy day at the hospital, I went home from get off work to buy vegetables and cook, and waited until late at night, but there was nothing.

So he subconsciously stopped Wen Youlan's movements.

"It's okay, I didn't eat much tonight, I'll eat with you, treat it as a supper." Duan Shu went to the kitchen to wash his hands, then pulled out a chair and sat down, "I'm sorry, brother, I shouldn't miss the appointment."

Wen Youlan's eyes lit up slightly when she heard the words, and she said with joy in her tone, "Okay, I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks."

It was already a quiet late night outside the house, the lights in the kitchen were warm and yellow, and Wen Youlan Xuxu's voice came from inside.

"I forgot, and you haven't made your favorite sweet beans. I wanted to wait for you to get home before boiling them, because I was afraid they would cool down." His voice was warm, "Today's sweet beans are very plump, they must be very sweet .Do you want me to cook it now?"

Warm and homely atmosphere.

The subtle feeling of uneasiness at first faded away, and Duan Shu gradually relaxed: "There are already a lot of dishes, let's eat tomorrow."

"Okay, breakfast tomorrow."

Wen Youlan sat opposite him. Although the dinner started a bit late, the atmosphere was still good.

"Were you nervous during the game yesterday?"

"A little bit. But it gets into that feeling pretty quickly."

Duan Shu is actually a novice in racing. Yesterday was his first time driving a racing car. This experience left a deep impression on him, but it is inconvenient to share these feelings with the team members. Wen Youlan, on the contrary, can boldly speak her mind.

"It feels really good to conquer nature, and someone next to me will tell me where to go next. I don't need to think at all. I just need to rely on my body's instinctive reaction to go through one corner after another at the fastest speed... ..."

Wen Youlan listened to him patiently, and even served him food.

"Is there only a little difference between you and No.1?"

"Next time I will strive to be faster and win the championship."

When it came to this, Duan Shu paid special attention to Wen Youlan's expression. He didn't seem to object, and he couldn't see that he didn't approve of Duan Shu's driving a car before.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, ended the topic of racing, and chatted with Wen Youlan about his daytime work.

Although Duan Shu had already eaten at night, Wen Youlan's cooking was very good, and the wafting aroma of vegetables gradually paralyzed his nerves.

"Next month is my mother's birthday. Do you want to visit her with me this year?"

Hearing Wen Youlan casually mentioned this sentence, Duan Shu froze for a moment before realizing it.

After both parents passed away, Wen Youlan and Duan Shu would go to the cemetery to worship each year on their respective birthdays.

Sometimes they will go together, sometimes they will separate, because there will be some things that they want to talk to their dead parents alone.

"Let's go together this year." Duan Shu whispered, "I will reserve a good time in advance."

With the flood of memories, Duan Shu noticed belatedly that their parents died in a car accident.

The rich second generation who drank and raced, the car that burst into flames after the collision, and other relatives decided to sign a letter of understanding in exchange for high compensation...

At that time, Duan Shu was still young, and was protected by the teenage Wen Youli with all his strength. He didn't mention the reasons for the death of his parents to his younger brother, and he didn't let him get involved in the twists and turns behind those things. Even for a long time, Wen Youli told her younger brother that her parents had traveled far away.

After he became an adult, Duan Shu unexpectedly found out the reason behind his parents' accident. But at that time, he had already fallen in love with racing and couldn't give up. And because he hadn't experienced the nightmare of being entangled in a car accident when he was young, he finally chose to stick to his own. dream.

He seemed to understand why Wen Youlan objected to her younger brother driving a racing car.

There were mixed feelings in my heart for a moment, Duan Shu wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

Wen Youlan noticed his ups and downs, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and comforted softly: "Don't worry, we have already agreed before, as long as you can protect yourself during the race, I will not stop you from driving the car."

"I was terrified, afraid that this is an inevitable fate, and I am still so worried until now."

Speaking of this, Wen Youlan's words stopped abruptly, and she said after a while: "I don't want to force you to give up your dream, it's unfair, I just hope you are safe."

"You are my only family."

The last sentence was soft, and was quickly overshadowed by the sound of a porcelain spoon hitting the rim of the bowl.

But it fell heavily on Duan Shu's heart, causing waves of waves.

If he were placed in Wen Youlan's position, perhaps he would not be able to do better than him, perhaps he would be more paranoid and more forceful in deciding his brother's fate.

Although Duan Shu in the story didn't do it on purpose and didn't know it beforehand, he was obsessed with racing and did cause secondary harm to his brother to some extent.

The inexplicable sense of strangeness in Duan Shu's heart completely disappeared, replaced by the struggle and suffering that he felt.

Wen Youlan stopped talking, he ate quietly, just when Duan Shu was about to speak, the phone rang suddenly.

Duan Shu answered, it was Qi Yan's call.

"Are you home?" Qi Yan's distant voice sounded next to his ears, "It's very late now, and I've had some more drinks. Seeing that you haven't returned to the group, everyone asks me to call you."

"I'm already home, don't worry, I was chatting with my brother just now, and I didn't pay attention to my phone."

This Duan Shu is surrounded by countless love and care, brothers, friends... Duan Shu can't help but feel distracted. Thinking of "Duan Shu" in the previous story, he is a little surprised at the completely different fate of these two characters.

"Then are you free now? The training plan I mentioned during the meal just now, after I came back, I looked at other videos and thought it could be improved..."

Duan Shu subconsciously looked at Wen Youlan on the opposite side. Wen Youlan had already finished his meal. While signaling Duan Shu with his eyes that it was okay, he packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

Duan Shu was not hungry at all, this late dinner was over, he got up and walked to his room.

The conversations in the living room faded away, leaving the silent kitchen and a table of uneaten dishes.

Wen Youlan stayed alone in the kitchen and began to clean up the mess.

He could guess who it was calling.

He knew the existence of this person before, he was a friend Duan Shu met in the club half a year ago, and later became a partner.

But all along, Duan Shu and him have been in normal contact, but recently they suddenly became close, and that name began to appear frequently in their lives.

Wen Youlan's brows and eyes were slightly closed, and his emotions were hidden in the bright lights. He covered the leftovers with plastic wrap and washed the dishes step by step...

I bought a lot of vegetables today, and I haven't made one yet.

The sweet beans that my younger brother likes to eat are contained in the vegetable basket. After washing, boil them in water and sprinkle a little salt. The taste is naturally sweet.

Wen Youlan turned on the faucet, the water column was clear, his slender fingers dipped into the sweet beans, and washed them carefully one by one.

When it was the turn of one of the green pods, he paused.

It's a pea pod mixed in with sweet peas.

They look alike, but taste different.

Wen Youlan didn't like this chaotic feeling.

In the originally well-ordered world, an intruder who should not belong here has quietly squeezed in.

He paused for a while, until the continuous stream of water overflowed the vegetable basket, pouring into the sewer like an overflowing flood.

In the turbulent vortex, Wen Youlan resumed her movements.

With a normal smile on his face, he picked out the pea pod, walked to the trash can, let go of his hand, and watched it fall into the darkness.